Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-04-23

everything was so beautiful | could not
have suggested an improvement. Ny
friend had gone with his family to the
Holy Land. expecting to come back
at the end Of six months, when the
building was TO be done. And o, what
was his JOY when ut the end of SIX
months he returned and the old house
was enlarged and improved and glori-
fed! That is your body. II looks we'll
now-all the rooms filled with health.
and we could hardly make a sugges-
ton. But after awhile your soul will
60 to the Holy Land, and while you
are gone the old house of your taber-
nacle will be entirely reconstructed
from cellar to attic, and every nerve,
muscle and bone and tissue and artery
must be hauled over. and the old struc-
ture will be FURNISHED and adorned and
raised and cupolaed and enlarged, and
all the improvements of heaven intro
duced and you will move into it on
RESURRECTION DAY.
''For we know that il our earthly house
of this tabernacle were dissolved, we
have a building of God, a house not
made with hands, eternal in the heav-
ems o, what a day when body and
sould meet again! They are very
fond Of each other. Did your body
ever have pain and your soul not pity
itp or your body have a JOY and your
soul not re-echo itp or, changing the
question, did your soul ever have n
trouble and your body not sympathize
with itp growing wan and weak under
the depressing influence. Or did your
soul eyer have a gladness but your
body celebrated it with kindled eve
and cheek and elastic stepp Surely
God never intended two such good
friends TO be very long separated. And
so when the worlds
Asst EASTER
morning shall come the soul will des-
cend, crying, "Where is my body?"
and the body will ascend, SAVING
Where Is my soulp" and the lord of
the resurrection will bring them To-
gether, and it will be n perfect soul in
a perfect body, introduced by "a perfect
Christ into a perfect heaven. Victory!
Do you wonder that to-day we swathe
this house with garlandsp Do you
wonder we celebrate it with the most
consecrated voice of song that we can
invite. and with the defiest fingers on
organ and cornet, and with the doxolO-
gies that beat these arches with the bil-
lows of sound as the sea smites the
basalt at Giants Causewaye Only the
bad disapprove of the resurrection.
The thunders of the last day will be
the solve that greets you into harbor.
The lightning will be only the torches
of triumphal procession marching down
to escort you home. The burning
worlds flashing through immensely will
be the rockets celebrating your o
ton on thrones where you will reign
forever and forever and forever, Where
is death? What have we to do with
death? AS your reunited body and soul
swing off from this planet on that last
day you will see deep gashes all up
and down the hills, deep gasbes All
through the valleys, and they will be
the emptied graves, they will be the
abandoned sepulchres, with rough
ground tossed on either side of them,
and slabs will lie Uneven on the rent
hillocks, and there will be fallen mon
uments and cenotaphs, and then for
the first time you will appreciate the
full exhilaration of the text, He will
swallow up death in victory"
"Hail the Lord of earth and heaven,
Praise to hee by both be given;
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Mail the resurrection lhouW